GINA
I was beyond exhausted. My body was almost broken with exhaustion. I'm positive that Atticus had created this chore to spite me. I had ironed hundreds of his shirts to crisp perfection, had to scrub the whole floor to sparkle and now he demanded that I remain here even when I was done. It was just ridiculous.
I could feel the sweat trailing down on my forehead. My uniform was soaked with sweat as well. It was the weekend so I was pretty convinced that he was going to keep me here the whole day.
He sat at the balcony, unbothered, reading a book while I could barely lift a hand because I've been scrubbing for a ridiculous amount of time. He was trying to get back at me. For beating him. He felt challenged by me and he didn't like that. He didn't like the competition, especially when
